Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione

Summary: Harry volunteers to be a group leader for the Hogwarts Summer Camp. To his surprise, so does Draco Malfoy, who's victim to kid pranks and pretty much hated by the majority of the children. Harry decides to join in on the fun of pranking his old nemesis. What can Malfoy do anyway?

Rating: R

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warning(s): violence, explicit sex, wanking

Epilogue compliant? No

Word Count: +10 000

Author's Notes: Wow this is long... I did not know that would happen. I've never written something this long so bear with me.

"Therefore two persons will be assigned to each year." Headmistress McGonogall said as she finished her speech. Harry had tried to listen, really he had, but he was distracted by one of his fellow volunteers. He had been shocked to see a head of white blond hair when he entered the Great Hall and ever since then he kept glancing over at his former rival. All he could think was Why the bloody hell is Malfoy here? If it were not for Hermione and her (usual) logic he may have all but hexed the man silly.

"Potter, are you paying attention?" the Headmistress asked.

"... N- Yes. Yes I am." He said, a bit shocked.

"Now then, the empty lot beside the Quidditch pitch is where you shall all camp out. You will have access to the pitch and equipment, but do be careful. Ms. Parkinson."

"Headmistress?" Pansy replied. Her hair as short and her eyes were sharp, they glistened with curiosity.

"If anyone is injured please see to them until Madame Pomfrey is able to." Pansy gave a curt nod before turning her attention to a young man on her right.

"Pansy?" Ron said a tad too loudly, "Why is she tending to the injured?"

"Weasley," she said in an oddly polite tone, "I've been training to become a Medi-Witch for the past three years."

"You didn't even finish your seventh year."

"Unlike some persons, I didn't skip out the year and actually did my work so that I could pass my N.E.W.T.S. War or no war." Pansy brushed a strand of hair out of her face and the Headmistress assigned the pairs for each year.

"First years: Finnigan and Parkinson

Second years: Ron Weasley and Greengrass

Third years: Lovegood and Chang

Fourth years: Granger and Malfoy

Fifth years: Ginevra Weasley and Watson

Sixth years: Potter and Zabini

All right then. Gather the items you will need. A list of names has been prepared for you as well as all the necessary equipment. And please do not harass the students. You may not go to school here anymore but I can surely find ways to punish you. Well, get to it."

Harry sighed as he walked over to the supplies, Zabini had gone for the lists. He took a phial of dittany and a few pepper-ups in case any of the students met in an accident or caught a cold. Parkinson may be qualified but she may also be in a different area at the time of an accident.

"Got the lists." Zabini said. At that the two men began collecting maps, tents and water thermoses. Once everyone had gathered their equipment they trekked to the open land beside Quidditch pitch.

"Malfoy." Harry heard Hermione say from behind him. "Malfoy, hey. Would you stop for a moment." Harry glanced behind him and watched as Malfoy turned to Hermione, obviously annoyed at something.

"You don't have to carry it all yourself you know." Hermione was ever the one to look for peaceful arrangements.

"Granger, apart from being gentlemanly, I am a wizard, I can simply levitate the supplies." Harry could not help but look at how the other man's lips curved when he spoke. Levitate, the word looked appealing.

Once they all reached their destination they divided the space for each year. The supplies were put in their respective areas and the tents for the first years were set up. The other years would have to set up on their own.

By mid afternoon Harry and company were settled and had their belongings placed in their tents. Malfoy and Hermione would be sharing a tent, much to Ron and Harry's displeasure. They had little time to complain however, since the students were on their way. Specks of colour were visible and a few persons seemed to be running towards the camp site while others looked like they were lagging behind. Harry heard Blaise chuckle beside him.